Don't mind me. Just ranting Things are building up again. School, a new family where I don't even fit in. Me realizing my dad HONESTLY doesn't care. I've broken down a few times, and all my dad said was I was being drama into the household by lying and going 'poor me'. I don't even go poor me, nor do I lie. I feel guilty the moment someone worries about me, or if I break down even alone in my room. I just keep going back to sophmore year when I finally told him, and showed him, I cut myself. All he did was say it was a phase. Well its not a phase, and I just want to leave this house. I have home options. With my boyfriend in colorado, with friends. It just hurts I can't move out until sophomore year of college. The days are just going by so slow because I have a future and an escape. Why can't I just get what I want just once? I don't have friends at school anymore. Well, I have one.. but she just uses me as her sympathy blanket. Always telling me her petty problems and expecting me to cry about it. She keeps complaining about being sick, lying about a kidney infection, her unable to keep a puppy, how sexually bad her new boyfriend is. I'm not sure what to think now. The only people who care for me are Ryan and his friends, and I want nothing more than to surround myself with them and feel safe. Atleast safe in his arms. I can't. They live to far. And I wont see them for years.